Her Real Mouth

S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S. K. Nicholas


She claims to be unwell but in her belly she holds the moon and the stars and in her veins flows not blood but milk, so how could she feel anything but heavenly? When she stands there in the doorway as I dry myself off after taking a shower, she eyes me up while rolling a cigarette between her fingers pretending not to look at my cock. It’s nothing special. Average size, I guess, but she likes the shape of it much the same way as I’m drawn to her labia in both its appearance and taste. It’s her real mouth, I tell her. When she spreads herself it’s like peering into the past- it’s like seeing myself as a child looking at the world through a buggy being pushed by my nan on a rainy day in Luton. If memory serves, I’m eating a packet of mints, and the…

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